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He reached down to squeeze his cock.
“I’ll be thinking of you.”
“Mm-hmm. Don’t be afraid to take that giant dildo from Fisher if you want,” I teased.
He laughed, eyes bright. “I think I’ll save that for a night when I haven’t indulged in a burrito.”
I snorted. “Probably a good idea.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Cash
I woke with a contented stretch,all my muscles languid and body warm and heavy. My dick was hard, but that was just morning wood. I recognized the morning-after glow instantly.
I’d had averygood fuck last night.
Declan’s arm tightened on my waist, and he huffed a breath against the back of my neck. Correction: I’d had averygood fuck with myboyfriendlast night.
Reels of the night before played through my head, making my dick harder. I chanced a glance over my shoulder, but Declan was still out cold. Usually, he woke before me. I must have dicked him down really fucking good.
I grinned into the pillow. It was tempting to wake him and ask for more, but he was unlikely to want it again so soon. He’d told me not to worry about asking, but I didn’t want the guy to feel under siege just because I was a horny bastard.
The images from last night were more than enough to get me off. I lowered my hand and stroked my dick nice and slow, breath hitching as my flicker of arousal ignited into a blaze.
Declan was solid against my back, his chest hair tickling my skin, and teasing breaths drifted across the nape of my neck and shoulders.
I shivered, working my dick harder, biting my bottom lip to keep in the sounds of pleasure. Tension built to the breaking point, and just as I was on the verge of coming, Declan stirred.
“Cash, what are…”
I shuddered with orgasm, coming into my hand with a small whimper I couldn’t suppress.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” I rasped as Declan levered up to look at the mess I’d made of myself. “I’m ridiculously horny for you right now.”
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, lips lingering just enough to send another jolt through me. “Seeing your pleasure is not a bad way to wake up.” He stroked a hand down my arm, then back up, and nuzzled in against me. “This is my morning delight right here.”
I chuckled. “I like this part too.”
“Good.”
He continued to caress me, bringing his fingers up to comb through my hair and massage my scalp. I sighed and relaxed back against him, practically purring. With all this attention, my jerk-off session didn’t feel like a solo act anymore.
I turned my face, seeking a kiss, and Declan delivered, though he kept it brief. “Need to brush my teeth.”
“Me too. Kiss me anyway.”
He kissed me again, indulging my neediness with sweet, clinging lips. I was straining my damn neck, but I didn’t care. I’d twist myself up for this man anytime.
My phone rang, the sound startling us apart. I turned toward the table on my side of the bed, where I’d plugged in my phone last night after my shower. I reached out with my right hand, saw it was still a mess of cum and switched to my left.
Gray’s name was on the screen or I might not have answered at all. He was due to start work on The Roost early. We were refinishing the floors today, the final step in the remodel Declan had approved. I still wanted to knock out a wall between the kitchen and living space—but Gray had said that wasn’t really necessary to bring the building up to amazing rental standards, and besides, we had more projects to do.
Declan had lined up plumbers to take care of the problem in the Tree Hut, but there were still roofing issues on the main house, water damage in two rooms, and of course—our biggest undertaking, building a greenhouse on the grounds.
“Hey, Gray. I overslept but?—”
“We’ve got a problem,” he cut across me. “I need you at The Roost ASAP.”
